vivianimbriotis | April 28, 2024, 6:02 p.m.
You’re with me in my head still, a little voice I hear,
A pale imitation of your rough and raucous tone
Telling me a joke and keeping my head clear
The first thing is honor! I learned that from you
A man looks around and asks “how can I help, what can I do?”
That’s with me still, a little voice I hear
And when the evening comes and everyone despairs
Far more important than an answer or a prayer
Is telling them a joke and keeping their heads clear
The third thing is strength! In your special kind of way
Let go, let things change; need less and let come what may
That’s with me still, a little voice I hear
And everyone is worth talking to, no matter when or who
There’s always something to learn, or if not you’d make do
With telling them a joke and keeping their heads clear
My harmonica-souled man, my righteous cockatoo
My fiber and my humor, I owe them all to you
And you’re with me for a while now, a little voice I hear
Telling me a joke and keeping my head clear
Mid-twenties lost cause.
Trapped in a shrinking cube.
Bounded on the whimsy on the left and analysis on the right.
Bounded by mathematics behind me and medicine in front of me.
Bounded by words above me and raw logic below.
Will be satisfied when I have a fairytale romance, literally save the entire world, and write the perfect koan.